Anna: Realistic Silicone Head Sex Doll — Some Thoughts I Didn’t Expect to Have

The First Thing You Notice (And Then Can't Unsee)

Anna’s photos are everywhere on the site. That face—ultra-realistic, kind of unsettling at first, then you keep looking and, well, it grows on you. Not in a creepy way (or maybe just a little), but in that “wait, is this really silicone?” way. Honestly? I came into this expecting cheap plasticky vibes. Nope. This is… different.

She stands at 5 feet 6 inches (168 cm), which is exactly my ex’s height. Weird coincidence or marketing genius? Hard to say. The body is TPE—softer than silicone, apparently—and the head is pure silicone with details that almost feel like too much detail for something that isn’t alive.

That “Can’t Customize” Thing: Annoying or a Secret Blessing?

Here’s where things get interesting. For Anna’s head, you can’t pick eye color or hair color or even skin tone. What you see is what you get—a fixed look straight out of the photos. At first glance, it feels restrictive (I mean, who doesn’t want options?), but after thinking about it for a bit… there’s something oddly liberating about not agonizing over customizations for hours.

It’s like buying art instead of building Lego sets: you accept what’s there and decide if it works for you or not. Maybe that makes me lazy? Or maybe sometimes less choice means less decision fatigue.

Movable Joints & Steel Skeleton: Is This Overkill?

Absolute sex dolls talk up their steel skeletons and movable joints all the time—“fully poseable,” they say—but does anyone actually use all those positions? Turns out yes… sort of.

The joints are tighter than expected; she holds poses without flopping over like some tragic mannequin from a department store closing sale. It makes her feel more solid somehow—not alive obviously—but not fragile either.

I remember thinking I’d probably never bother moving her arms around much, but then you try one thing (just one) and before long she’s sitting on the edge of your bed with her legs crossed and suddenly your room feels weirder than usual.

Proportions & Details: Sometimes Numbers Do Matter

Bust 36 inches, waist 24 inches, hips 35.5 inches—those numbers don’t mean much until she shows up at your door in an unmarked box weighing nearly 90 lbs (40kg). Lifting her isn’t impossible but definitely not graceful either; my back still remembers that awkward shuffle down the hallway.

Vagina depth: 6.7 inches
Anus depth: also 6.7 inches
Mouth? Nope—not possible with this particular silicone head

That last part surprised me—I expected oral would be standard issue by now—but apparently realism comes with limits.

Shipping Was… Suspiciously Normal

Free international shipping sounds sketchy when it comes to something like this (“discreet packaging” always raises an eyebrow), yet when Anna arrived after three weeks total—including processing—the box was plain as drywall mudding tape from Home Depot.

No labels, no hints about contents unless someone was really determined to guess based on weight alone (“exercise equipment!”). Kind of impressive how boring the package looked considering what was inside.

Outfit Disclaimer & That Slight Letdown

One tiny detail tripped me up—the outfit in the photos? Not included. They mention it right there in small print but somehow I missed it until unpacking day when she showed up basically undressed except for protective wrapping and bubble wrap static clinging everywhere.

It felt anticlimactic for about five minutes before realizing clothes are easy enough to buy online anyway—and honestly most people probably have their own ideas about style here…

A Tangent About Expectations vs Reality

There’s always some gap between what these absolute sex dolls promise online and what lands in your apartment three weeks later—a kind of uncanny valley moment where expectation crashes into reality (sometimes literally if you drop her).

But Anna looks startlingly close to her photos—right down to those fixed eyes staring back at you with impossible calmness—and while there are limits (no customization, no oral), somehow those boundaries make her seem more real within them? Or maybe that's just my brain playing tricks again after too many late nights scrolling product pages…

Anyway—I didn’t expect to be quietly impressed by a big ass silicone doll named Anna shipped halfway across the world in secret packaging—but here we are.

And now I'm wondering what else people don't talk about with these things...